Day two of our road trip is no better than day one.
Quinn has decided the only person he wants to speak to today is Lucky. He seemed to be angry with me the moment we packed our bags and hit the road early this morning, as Justin said he didn’t have to stay in town after all.
I’m not sure what I’ve done, but I’m hoping once we stop, he’ll tell me what the hell crawled up his ass and died. Justin was thrilled to have us accompany him to Canada. Sadly, Quinn was not.
We’ve been on the road since first light and headed to a town just outside of Missouri to stay for a couple of days because Justin needs to stop over for work. I’d rather not stay in a place for longer than a few hours.
But what other choice do we have?
We travel in silence for many hours, only stopping for gas and food, bu
